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My kids sway between admiration and despair (soon this will give way to unmitigated embarrassment). I am capable of striking up a random conversation with anyone, anywhere - and often at the supermarket. While I will not change this random act of conversing, I would gladly give away the aisle choreography afterward. I find it entirely likely that I am coming over like a COMPLETE NUTTER by the time we both hit aisle 12.

I was once caught in the act of smooshing a bouquet of Basil into my face, sighing audibly, and wearing a beatific smile upon my lips. The woman gave me a quizzical yet amused look and I said, "Sometimes it is something as simple as the intoxicating scent of Basil that reminds one that life is worth living!" She giggled and moved away slowly. Later, she changed checkouts when she saw me ahead of her.

Maybe she couldn't help smiling as she was, for once, doing the supermarket shop without a child in tow! That would be enough to make me beam beatifically at cheese and baked goods too!!! I might even add that little skippy thing where your heels click together on a couple of aisles too, if feeling especially merry!

i agree though, smiling is good for the soul. I normally smile when i walk past people and sometimes even say hello too..shock horror. we are all beings that need some good vibes every so often to lift our spirits.

keep on smiling Miss Tas and hope you get some good old fashioned sewing happening soon ♥

botox gone wrong perhaps. I am the supermarket eavesdropper that can point to an item faster and more accurately than the very bored and clueless staff, and then end up looking like some weird supermarket stalker